Luyện nghe bài hát Hit Em Up

I ain't got no friends
That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat
(Take money) side, Bad Boy killers (take money)
You know who the realest is niggaz we it to you (take money)
(Take money)

First off, fuck bitch and the click you claim
Westside when we ride equipped with game
You claim to be a but I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boy fucked for life
Plus Puffy tryin' ta see me weak I rip
Biggie and Junior M.A.F.I.A. Some mark-ass bitches
We keep on comin' we runnin' for yo' jewels
Steady gunnin, keep on at them fools, you know the rules
Lil' Ceaser, go ask ya how I leave ya
Cut your young ass up, you in pieces, now be deceased
Kim, don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch yo' ass off the streets, so fuck peace
I let them niggaz know on for life
So let the Westside ride
Bad Boy on wax and killed
wit' me and get yo' caps peeled, you know, see

Grab ya glocks, when you see
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Check this out, you motherfuckers know time it is (take money)
I don't even why I'm on this track (take money)
Y'all niggaz ain't even on my
I'ma let my homies ride on you (take money)
Bitch made-ass bad boy bitches deal it!

Get out the way yo, get out the way yo
Biggie just got dropped
Moo, pass the mac, and let me hit him in his back
Frank need to get spanked right, for settin' traps
Little accident murderers, and I ain't heard-a ya
Poisinous attack when I'm servin' ya
Spank ya shank ya style when I gank
Guard your rank, 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the
Puffy weaker than the block I'm runnin through nigga
And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. In front of you
With the ready power tuckin' my Guess my Eddie Bauer
Ya clout sour, I get packages every hour to hit 'em up

Grab ya glocks, you see Tupac
Call the cops, you see Tupac, uh
Who me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to the wrath of a menace
Nigga, I hit em' up

Peep how we do it, keep it real, it's penitentiary
This no freestyle battle
All you niggaz gettin killed with ya mouths
to come up offa me, you in the clouds hopin'
Smokin dope it's like a sherm high think they learned to fly
But burn motherfucker, you deserve to die
Talkin' you gettin' money but it's funny to me
All you niggaz bummy why you fuckin' with me?
I'm a made millionaire
Thug livin' out a prison, in the air
Biggie, remember I used to let you sleep on the couch
And beg a bitch to let you in the house
Now it's all Versace, you copied my style
shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled
Now I'm to set the record straight
With my AK I'm still the thug you love to hate
Motherfucker, I hit 'em up

I'm from N-E-W
Where plenty of occurs
No points or commas, we bring to all you herbs
Now go the scenario
Little I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copping pleas in de
Little Kim, is you up or doped up?
Get your Junior Whopper click smoked up
the fuck, is you stupid?
I money, crash and mash through Brooklyn
my click looting, shooting and polluting your block
With a 15-shot cocked to your knot
Outlaw MAFIA clique moving up another
And your pop stars popped and get mopped and
And all your ass East coast props
Brainstormed and

You's a, biter
A Pac style
I'll you to your face you ain't shit but a faker
Softer Alize with a chaser
About to get for the paper
E.D.I Amin the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with Little in a choke
Gun smoke. We ain't no motherfucking joke
Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching in the open, gun smoking
No need for hoping, it's a battle
I got em as soon as the funk is bopping off
Nigga, I hit em up!

Now you me who won
I see them, run
They wanna see us (take money)
Whole M.A.F.I.A. Clique
Dressing up to be us (take money)
How the fuck gonna be the mob when we always on our job? (Take money)
We
Killing ain't but somebody got to do it (take money)
Oh yeah, Mobb Deep (take money) you wanna with us
You little motherfuckers (take money)
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or (take money)
You're fucking with me, nigga you fuck around and a seizure or a heart attack (take money)
You better back the up before you get smacked the fuck up
is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to it, bring it
But we ain't singing, we drama
Fuck you and your mama
gonna kill all you motherfuckers
Now I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie
Then everybody had to open their with a motherfucking opinion
Well is how we gonna do this
Fuck Mobb Deep, fuck
Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, label and as a motherfucking crew
And if you want to be down Bad Boy, then fuck you too
XL, fuck you too
All you motherfuckers, fuck you too (take money, money)
All of mother fuckers, fuck you, die slow, motherfucker
My .44 make sure all y'all don't grow
You can't be us or see us
We motherfuckin' Thug Life-riders, Westside we die
Out in California, nigga, we warned ya
We'll on you motherfuckers. We do our job
You think you Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers and the niggas
All you motherfuckers us
Our goes triple and 4-quadruple
(Take money)
You laugh 'cause our staff got
under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is, when we drop records felt
You niggas feel it, we the realest
Fuck 'em, we Bad